When Forgiveness Is More Than A Feeling
Perhaps it was my own low self-esteem that left the door to my heart wide open. Perhaps it was lack of faith that took my eyes off Christ and on to others. Or, maybe it’s human nature to vacillate between flesh and spirit. And when flesh is winning we are the ultimate...
What I Learned After, “I Do”
Today we celebrate 15 years, my man and I. Fifteen years of love and arguments, children and teens, graduations and job, births and funerals. As a stained glass window tells a story through broken shards of glass, our story is told through broken hearts becoming a...
When Online Friendship Leads to Ministry
To this day, neither of us can remember how it began. Did I comment on her blog first or did she comment on mine? Either way, we consider it a divine-online connection. Susan Stilwell lives in Virginia and I, in Alabama. Susan would laugh at me later, because I would...
The Rock In The River
Maybe it was teen rebellion, or maybe it was the undeniable call of the first warm day after winter; whatever the reason, my daughter skipped school that day headed for the lake. The combination of a beautiful day and cabin fever made the seduction of truancy...
Stones in My Path
The sun reclines back on the horizon after a full day, casting long shadows across the path I walk alone. Cold beads of fear line my brow as I strain to follow the fading path back to my group. Why had I ventured alone so late in the afternoon? The desert air was...
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